Times are tough right now.
The reason why really isn’t important.
I luckily have my sweet, Harley.
Years ago, Shandoka would do this for me. If I was upset, he had this wonderful spot within his scapula (shoulder blade) that the side of my face fit perfectly into. He would let me lean into that spot and stand there with him as long as I needed.
When Shandoka died, Harley began letting me do something similar. He is much shorter than Shandoka, so I can’t put my cheek on his scapula. Instead he lets me drape my arm across his back and rest my head on his withers. He then turns his head towards me to make sure all is well before he goes back to munching his hay letting me continue to rest my weary mind upon his sweet soul.
Reenchanted Thoroughbreds 